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I don't notice when my grip slackens. The thoughts that held me have long since faded into the hummmm that rattles through silence. Untethered, I lose myself. Seemingly broken into a pack of wild dogs whose howls and moans echo distantly Mingling with words uttered aloud For no one's benefit: "Please, just stop it," tumbled down into particulate sound. (As fine as sand.) Those fragments that find their way back to me snap capricious jaws, and left uncertain, I flinch away from unfamiliar teeth.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Detaching
I don't notice when my grip slackens. The thoughts that held me have long since faded into the hummmm that rattles through silence. Untethered, I lose myself. Seemingly broken into a pack of wild dogs whose howls and moans echo distantly Mingling with words uttered aloud For no one's benefit: "Please, just stop it," tumbled down into particulate sound. (As fine as sand.) Those fragments that find their way back to me snap capricious jaws, and left uncertain, I flinch away from unfamiliar teeth.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
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